Ending and Beginning
[An Immortal Among Stars Masterlist]
Not really whumpy, takes place after Abandoned.
contents: character death, terminal illnesss, lady whump, immortal whumpee, redeemed whumper.
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“You can leave soon, dear. When I’m gone.”
Karita nodded, staring out the window, her gaze blank, as it had been for the last several years. She flinched when Iris was sent into a coughing fit, which sounded even worse and more strained than the previous ones. Time was running out, Karita’s freedom was drawing near, and yet she didn’t know how she felt about it.
Yes, Iris had tortured her at first, used her as a test subject, a power source, but then… something changed. They were both lonely, and Karita was still in mourning after being betrayed by the people she considered her friends at one point. Iris needed someone to spend time with, and Karita didn’t need anything - and so she stayed, even when she was allowed to leave the tower.
There was something therapeutic about being away from everyone, lost in a new routine, tending to Iris’s small garden, gathering herbs around the island, sitting in the tall grass and looking at the wild sea. In the evenings, curled up in a very old and very comfortable armchair in front of the fireplace, she made use of Iris’s extensive library, and once Iris was no longer able to read on her own, Karita started reading the books to her. She still felt empty, numb, but it was a lighter kind of emptiness, one that brought her relief.
“Karita?”
“Yes?” She looked away from the window, at Iris. The old mage was pale, her eyes had a sickly gleam to them. She was wasting away, but she had made her peace with it long ago.
“I wanted to apologize,” she said, her voice raspy and forced.
“You already have,” Karita reminded her with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and she couldn’t remember the last time it did.
“I know,” Iris sighed. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I hurt you.”
“It’s okay. It’s never permanent.”
Iris frowned in concern and shook her head.
“That doesn’t make it right. Immortal or not, you don’t deserve to be in pain.”
It was a simple statement, yet it felt like a punch to the gut. It wasn’t something Karita heard… well, ever. She was always fine, eventually. She always persevered, escaped or outlived her tormentors, and there were no scars to remind her of any of it. She was fine, she could handle pain, and it became inevitable the moment she woke up on the battlefield centuries ago, surrounded by dead bodies, having been one herself mere moments before.
“You poor girl,” Iris said softly, reaching out to her. “You’re crying.”
She was, and she tried to laugh it off, but all it did was force some of the tears out of her eyes. She wiped at her cheek, cleared her throat, and took Iris’s hand.
“It’s okay,” she repeated. “I’m used to it.”
“You shouldn’t be, though. No-one should. I am sorry I contributed to your pain.”
A shaky exhale, even more tears, a suffocating lump in her throat.
“Can we stop talking about it? It’s…” okay. She ended up only shaking her head. “Yes, you hurt me, but you stopped, and you’ve been kind to me ever since. I really appreciate that. It’s been a… more peaceful few years.”
Iris smiled at her and squeezed her hand, and hers felt so frail, so small, as if she wouldn’t be able to gesticulate enough to cast even the simplest spell.
“It was the least I could do. And now the least I can do is give you something I’ve been working on for a while.” She nodded towards the nightstand by her bed. “Open the drawer, dear.”
Karita frowned, but followed the request, not letting go of Iris’s hand. The only thing in the drawer was a bracelet made of small translucent gray beads. She took it out and held it up.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, and Iris laughed, which immediately turned into another bout of coughing.
“It’s not mere jewelry,” she explained once she could speak again, though her breathing remained strained. “It’s imbued with my magic.”
Karita hummed and cupped the bracelet in her palm. With a bit of concentration she could sense the magic coursing within; it was subtle, but undeniable.
“What does it do?”
“It lets you alter your appearance.”
Karita’s eyes widened and snapped to Iris as the implication made her heart skip a beat.
“So I can…?”
“Yes. It’s not a strong spell, sadly. When I tried to make it more powerful, the beads shattered, and I didn’t want the vessel to be anything more obvious than this bracelet. Trust me, I wanted to make it as small as a ring or an earring. Regardless, it should let you create an illusion of aging.” As Karita exhaled shakily, Iris continued. “I remember you telling me that your not aging forces you to move all the time. I hope that with this little trinket you can stay in one place for longer. Make a life for yourself, at least for a few decades. My magic isn’t what it used to be, so the spell won’t work for more than half a day, I believe, but-”
“No, no, it’s wonderful. Really. I… I don’t really know what to say, no-one…” No, she was getting choked up, so she shook her head. She teared up again, and she hated crying, she hated showing weakness, but this was different, she wasn’t weak and didn’t have to act tough, and no-one was going to mock her for crying. Iris smiled at her with sympathy, and gave her hand another gentle squeeze.
“You deserve a good life, Karita,” she said softly. “You really, really do. I hope you can find it when I’m gone.”
“Y-yeah,” Karita choked out, nodding. “Yeah. I’ll try. Thank you, Iris. For everything.”
“You’re welcome, dear. Besides, I should be the one thanking you.”
They stayed like this until Karita stopped crying; then she fetched Iris’s favorite book to read a few chapters to her, looking up from the pages every now and then to make sure Iris was still awake and listening. She continued reading for hours, only taking breaks to drink some water when her throat went dry, until Iris let out a relieved sigh, closed her eyes, and faded.
Karita fell silent, and watched as the mage’s body was engulfed in bright light, which then dispersed, clung to the walls and ran through them in the form of thin veins. The body was gone, but Iris’s life essence had become one with the tower, her beloved home. It would eventually turn back into ruin, just as she had found it, but a part of her would still be here, on the island she’d found solace on.
Sitting on the front steps, Karita looked up at the stars and exhaled. Despite Iris’s death, she felt light. It was a good death after a long life, and she was glad to have helped make the last few years more bearable. But now she was alone, and she had to find a new place, a new life.
She spent a while listening to the rustling of grass and the crashing waves, and for a moment she considered staying here. It was a good place, a place she knew well, isolated enough that she shouldn’t be found for some time. She could continue living in the tower, existing without worrying about anything, but… she would be completely alone, and despite Iris’s repeated claims that people like them were doomed to live a lonely existence, she couldn’t and didn’t want to agree. Besides, the bracelet was proof enough that Iris wanted her to be able to live like a normal person, among others.
She returned to the tower, where she lit the fireplace and spent one last night in the armchair, which felt way less comfortable now, and in the morning she descended the stairs to the basement, where she ignored the tools that were used to torture her once upon a time. She headed for the teleportation device, a circular spot that used to glow with a much brighter, steady light, but now was pulsating weakly.
“It won’t work forever. I put most of my magic into it, so even when I’m gone it should stay active for a few days, but you should act quickly. I don’t want you to be stuck here on your own.”
She didn’t want that either, despite everything.
Where did she want to go, though? She wasn’t sure. She could go anywhere, there weren’t many places she had strong connections to, and she didn’t want to go back to any of them. She was starting anew.
Just take me somewhere safe, with other people, she commanded as she stood on the device, looking around one last time, taking in the familiar walls of the tower. Right before nothingness surrounded her, she looked down at the bracelet on her wrist, and couldn’t help but smile. She had more of a chance than ever before, and she was… excited.
If the spell worked, she could live her new life for several decades, and she was going to make the most of it.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Owen Lars/Beru Whitesun, Beru Whitesun/Owen Lars/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Biggs Darklighter/Luke Skywalker, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Owen Lars & Luke Skywalker & Beru Whitesun, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Luke Skywalker
Characters: Owen Lars, Beru Whitesun, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Leia Organa, Biggs Darklighter, R2-D2 (Star Wars), Han Solo, Chewbacca, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Shmi Skywalker
Additional Tags: Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Mess, Unconventional Families, Polyamory, Tatooine, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tatooine is a Death Planet, Women Being Awesome, Canon-Typical Violence, Jedi Mind Trick, Jedi Code
Series: Part 1 of without knowing how, or when, or where
Summary:
When he brings Owen and Beru their nephew, Obi-Wan collapses at the Lars farmstead instead of exiting stage left to a hide-out in the Jundland Wastes.
Several things go quite a bit differently, after that.
Title: because I don't know how to love any other way
Author: rain_sleet_snow
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